Testo Scratches

How was I supposed to know
I was a knife at a gunfight, the new kid at last week's show?
I'm sure you've seen it all
I thought if someone could listen, at least I won't be alone

I am juggling identities
I am scratching at a scratch on the surface
I am sick of picking different scenes and still feeling like I've already heard this

I was young, I was angry
I grew up but nothing could change me

Oh 23, why do I find hope in all the wrong places?
I'm a scratched cd, repeating mistakes on a regular basis

I am fighting with old enemies
My dissent is a fact with a purpose
I am sick of looking after things
That have stopped looking after me, I'm a courtesy

I was young, I was angry
I grew up but nothing could change me